Through some magical turn of events, I hit the window lever on my car at some point and opened my back window ever so slightly. I woke up this morning to find rain had gotten in my car. I have no earthly idea how it happened, but somehow 80% of the rain fell on one small spot- a spot the exact size and shape of my new Glamour magazine. Michelle Obama is still grinning up at me from the sad, soaked, rumpled cover.
I am so not a snow girl. Pictures of snow are charming. Snow in your socks, not so.
In honor of my fallen, half-read Glamour, I intend to think of nothing today except bright, flowery dresses.